Savannah frowned. “It’s just a piece of clothing. Why make such a fuss? I can just buy her a new one. Sydney, there’s no need to hit a child over something so trivial.”
“You can’t replace it!” Sydney shot back. “Julien is dead, and you dare to humiliate him like this?!”
“That’s enough!” Preston’s voice cut through.
His gaze turned cold, sharp as a blade, his face hard with fury. “It’s just a piece of clothing. Is it really worth making such a scene? Seriously, Sydney, you’re becoming increasingly unruly!”
Sydney stared at him, dumbfounded.
‘Just a piece of clothing…’ she repeated in her head.
“Preston, that’s Julien’s clothing!” she roared.
Preston’s brows furrowed. “For god’s sake, Sydney, Julien is dead! How long are you going to keep this up?”
Sydney fell silent, her heart shattering.
How could someone be so cold-blooded?
Julien was his child, too.
At that moment, Chicago tugged Preston’s hand, pouting. “Loki doesn’t have a room yet. Can he stay in the room upstairs?”
Without hesitation, Preston replied, “Sure.”
The second-floor room was Julien’s room. Sydney’s pupils constricted, fury igniting in her eyes.
Preston wanted to give Julien’s room to a dog?!
Feeling invincible with Preston’s support, Chicago went further. He threw Julien’s favorite stuffed toy to the dog.
That toy had been Julien’s constant companion, smelled of him, and the only thing Sydney could hug each night to get any sleep.
Now, the toy was clamped between the dog’s teeth.
Pain twisted her insides like a knife in agony. Her chest felt pierced, heartache so sharp it was unbearable.
Teeth gritted, emotions spiraling out of control, she lunged for the toy—but Chicago shoved her hard.
Her forehead slammed against the crimson table corner; blood gushed instantly.
She couldn’t stand. Blood streamed over her lashes, her vision drowned in the red blurring her vision until everything around her turned scarlet.
Preston’s eyes flickered. His hand lifted, then he heard Savannah whisper.
“Preston, my hand really hurts.”
Preston immediately scooped her up and walked out, not even glancing at Sydney on the floor.
Sydney forced her eyes open. All she saw was Preston’s cold and distant back and Savannah’s triumphant smirk.
Every bone, every fiber in Sydney’s body hurt. But none of it compared to the agony in her chest!